“All right, Blackie.”
The moment the words left your mouth, you suddenly came to your senses and clapped a hand over your mouth with a whoosh.
What if you slipped and said it out loud?!!
It was over. Qin Mo still did not know you had given him the nickname Blackie.
Qin Mo frowned, idly flicking his fan as he looked at you with amused interest.
“Hutou, who is Blackie?”
It was him, it was him, yes it was him, our good friend…
Thinking fast, you said, “Blackie… is the dog our humble home keeps.”
“Oh?” Qin Mo was as steady as a mountain. “Bring it over and let This Prince have a look.”
You were stricken with grief. “…It, it’s already dead.”
Qin Mo pressed on relentlessly. “How did it die?”
You cleared your throat. “It was a night so dark you could not see your hand in front of your face…”
You kept on talking nonsense with your eyes wide open, not changing expression in the least. “Blackie was hungry in the belly and went out to find food, but unexpectedly, a gale suddenly rose, dark clouds pressed overhead. In the blink of an eye, Blackie lifted his head and howled at the sky, turned into a butterfly, danced gracefully, flew into the heavens, and was never seen again…”
Qin Mo was silent for a long while, then tapped you on the head with his fan, not lightly and not heavily.
“Very good, Zhao Hutou, you have successfully attracted This Prince’s attention.”
You had never imagined that in your lifetime you would actually hear the classic line that topped the list of domineering prince quotes, and you were so frightened that you staggered back a step.
“Hutou, This Prince has had his eye on you for a long time.” Qin Mo pressed closer step by step, taking your hand in his. “That day at Chunman Pavilion, everyone was crowding around This Prince, showering him with flattery. Only you were different from those gaudy little harlots…”
Pure and unpretentious?
Heh, that was just an information mismatch!
Your inner world was utterly calm. After all, that day you were the only one who did not know Qin Mo was a bigshot prince…
Qin Mo gazed at you affectionately, tears glistening as he held your hand and looked into your eyes.
He said, “Hutou, would you be willing to…”
1. It definitely cannot be anything good. You interrupted him, waving both hands repeatedly. “I’m not willing, I’m not willing, I’m not willing.”
2. Or… should you hear him out first?
【Author’s note】
What exactly am I even writing, this ridiculous nonsense…